The Wicked Fairy At The Manger
A gift for the child:
No wife, kids, home;
No money sense.
Unemployable.
Friends, yes. But the wrong sort –
The workshy, worldly weary women, wimps,
Petty infringers of the law,
Persons With notifiable diseases,
Tax collectors, Tarts;
Birds with broken wings.
I think you'll make it
but public, prolonged, painful.
Right, said the baby. That was roughly
What I had in mind.
Merry Xmas to all, and take care into the New Year ... greg![]()


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